"Get up, don't you want to lie here forever? Constantine held out his hand.

Blaze was stunned for a moment, took Constantine and stretched out his hand, and was pulled out of the bunker.

"It was a great fight, Morningstar. Blaze stood still and patted the boy on the shoulder, "I lost, I lost to the magic that I always looked down on, it seems that many times, strength is not everything. ”

Constantine just said lightly: "Don't forget, you still owe me a glass of wine today." ”

Blaze laughed: "Of course, go, drink." ”

......

In the midst of Morgan's verdict, Morningstar won the game and successfully advanced to the finals.

The scene was jubilant, and the group of girls who supported Morning Star danced excitedly.

Monte Cristo, who was on the judges' bench, shook his head with a wry smile: "Today's young people are really more powerful than the other, and I, an old man, can't understand it." ”

In the stands, Roland was thoughtful, "This Lord Morning Star is indeed a character who likes the unexpected. ”

Rommel's face sank as he saw the scene of Morning Star performing magic, which made him think of a certain guy whose style seemed to be very similar to Morning Star.

Could it be that it's him?

......

The day after the battle, Blaze left Olympia, the mercenary captain, with a satisfied expression on his face, and did not seem to be annoyed by the defeat.

"Come on, Morning Star, you must win the finals, don't let me down!" said Blaze with a wave before leaving.

While the two said goodbye to each other, the attention of the entire Olympia City was focused on the second matchup of the semifinals, which was far more significant to the Holy Empire than the battle between Blaze and Constantine.

One is the "Imperial Sun" in the mouth of His Majesty the Emperor, the youngest paladin of the Church of Light today, and the strongest knight of the Palatine Academy.

The other is a descendant of the dragon vein family, a warlock with dragon blood, and a rare demon martial double cultivator Rommel.

This battle, from the very beginning, was no longer confined to two young men, and in a sense, it could be regarded as a confrontation between the two major empires of the continent outside the frontal battlefield.

On the second day of the semi-finals, the sun was shining, and before the battle began, under the spell of the magician, the traces of destruction left by the fierce battle in the arena had disappeared without a trace, and the hot sand battlefield had been repaired as before, flat as new, and the remnants of the stone wall had disappeared.

The two people who appeared on the scene were also dressed differently.

Roland Austen did not wear a Paladine uniform today, but a gray chain mail and a silver crosssword engraved with the church's emblem.

The longsword with a cruciform gauntlet is the oldest weapon in the Church of Light's style, dating back to the War of the Dawn, and has become increasingly rare as the times have changed and have been obsolete by the ever-changing use of alchemical weapons.

Even the Holy Knights have long since stopped using the cross sword, but used the St. Peter Knight's Sword mass-produced in the Alchemy Altar Workshop, which is more powerful and has better actual combat results.

"Why doesn't he use another sword?" Monte Cristo, who was on the judges' bench, frowned, "It's not that I don't believe Roland Austin, but the other party is a dragon vein after all, which is too rash." ”

"This sword was given to Roland by Archbishop Meron, it was the first sword in Roland's life, and it must have meant a lot to him. The High Priest interjected.

Rommel held the spear that he had used to face the two-legged wyvern for the first time, the spear strung with the dragon spear flag, and the dark barrel of the spear was filled with a rich frost and cold, just like the murderous aura emanating from the dragon veiner.

Roland raised his sword, "Lord of Heaven, your eyes are always on the world, those who believe in you will walk in the light forever, and those who disobey you will be punished by the Holy Flame." ”

A hint of mockery appeared on Rommel's face, "Enough, you're here to fight," he said. Or are you here to preach?"

"In the light of the Lord, restrain your arrogance, Rayvein. Roland said in a solemn tone, and the silver tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a starting gesture of the divine sword technique.

"Arrogance is the right of the victors, a scorn of the weak, remember, lackeys of the church. Rommel sneered, picked up his gun and ran, the black spear let out a sharp whistling, and stabbed forward with a resolute killing intent.

The paladin shoots back with his sword raised

On the observation deck, Ora, Heine, and the middle-aged man were carefully observing the game.

Unlike the previous times, the middle-aged man put away the cynical expression of the previous few days, watched the battle very seriously, and did not say a word.

"It seems that Roland is not in a good situation. Heine shoved a biscuit into his mouth, "Rommel's guy has been attacking, and Roland can't help it." ”

Ora said lightly: "The gap between the weapons is too big, the black spear in Rommel's hand is at least an extraordinary-level alchemy weapon, and with the physique of the dragon vein, the effect is even more terrifying, and Roland Austin's battle will be very hard." ”

The middle-aged man remained strangely silent, his hands behind him rubbing lightly, and there was no emotion on his face.

Rommel unreservedly displayed the strength of the Dragon-Veiner, the black spear turning into a dancing shadow in his hand, and the sound of the wind palpitating as it swung it, like a dragon crouching on the blade of the spear and making a piercing groan.

This spear is one of the collections of the Kate family of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, named [Dragon Roar], it is a bloodline weapon, when the wielder has the blood of the dragon family, its power will be multiplied, and it will also emit a very oppressive dragon roar, interfering with the will of the enemy.

With a huge advantage in weapons, Rommel continued to attack, and the fierce battle between guns and swords gave birth to sparks.

If you are any high-level knight, whether it is Metternich who is proficient in dozens of sword techniques, or Galahad or Gawain, who has mastered elemental sword energy, in the face of Rommel at this moment, there is no power to fight back at all.

As a paladin, Roland, on the one hand, gathered his mind to resist the interference of the dragon's groan, and at the same time exerted his defensive sword skills to the extreme, and was as stable as a rock in front of the indestructible spear of the dragon vein, worthy of being a model of knights.

However, the gap between the Cross Sword and the Dragon's Spear was too great to be a weapon of the same level at all, and it quickly led the young paladin into a disadvantageous situation.

It's naïve to want to beat me with this kind of antique!

A violent smile squeezed out of the dragon vein warlock's face, concentrating all his magic power on the blade of the spear, and a cold whirlwind erupted, like a wind coming in person, blowing away the silver cross sword, and the defense line that Roland had painstakingly built suddenly revealed a fatal flaw.

The dragon chanting spear took advantage of the weakness and stabbed forward with the ice wind, and the next second it was about to pierce Roland's chest.

At that moment, the Dragon-Veiner caught a flash of light in Roland's eyes, the eyes of a hunter when he saw his prey fall into a trap.

Roland staggered past the spear's edge, and the crosssword swirled suddenly, sweeping against the bottom of the black spear.

Rommel hurriedly retreated, but the speed of the cross sword was much faster than expected, and the dark silver sword burst through Rommel's shirt, but it was bounced back by a layer of ice exposed behind the clothes.